WHO is going to have a subtextually homoerotic swordfight with me that stems from our major unresolved sexual tension
WHO will stand over me as I lay beaten in the grass, unsure if I’m dazed from my loss or your stare?
WHO will leave me with a sexy cheekbone scar that I stare at in the mirror every morning with what I claim is hatred but is actually longing?
WHERE is my sword wielding nemesis??